I Am Your Tired. I Am Your Masses and I Will Breath Free.

CNN in typical fast fashion mediated punditry clammers to the military police state, as another Black Woman, Therese Patricia Okoumou, stands in a physical proclamation of defiance and liberty. A Black woman, Therese Patricia Okoumou, assails the Statue of Tyranny in a declaration of independence for the freedom that Black and Indigenous women have had no choice, but to … Continue reading I Am Your Tired. I Am Your Masses and I Will Breath Free.

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They Really, Really Don’t Care…About Us

"They" really, really don't care. Maybe we still don't get it. The United States 2016 election was literally a mediated coup, pilfered by a history of acquiescence in compliance between the institutions that uphold, profit and perpetuate the equation of an fraudulent contest. This is to say a licensed  adherence to market fraternity between the military … Continue reading They Really, Really Don’t Care…About Us

Asifa: A Story of Militarisation, Violence and Justice

Price of Silence joint statement with Polis Project (Research. Report. Resistance.) in condemnation of the gang-rape, murder, complacency, impunity of Asifa in Indian Occupied Kashmir.  Introduction Asifa Bano, an eight-year-old Bakherwal Muslim girl went missing from Rasana village in Jammu and Kashmir’s Kathua district on January 10, 2018. Her family filed a First Information Report two days … Continue reading Asifa: A Story of Militarisation, Violence and Justice

#JusticeForZainab #ThemToo The Girls & Women Murdered By Rape Culture

What justice can there be for seven-year-old girl who was abducted and raped before being murdered, her body thrown into rubbish like trash? The rape and murder of Zainab, isn't an unfortunate event, it is a daily reality. We forget about all the #Themtoos who aren't here to say #metoo. How long does it take to forget Delta Meghwal , … Continue reading #JusticeForZainab #ThemToo The Girls & Women Murdered By Rape Culture

On the Run from Bullets and Bruises: Ayaan’s Story

I WASN’T BORN yet when I became a refugee for the first time. A man ran into our home while I was still in the womb, to tell my mother that her son had been killed trying to secure food. He warned her to flee to a displaced persons’ camp. My mother refused and was still holding my baby sister when men stormed our home. They shot and killed my sister, who was still an infant.